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one o'clock in the morning switch switch clack clack there's a train and it's streaming swirls of steamy illumination clack clack eyelids drifting; icebergs, somewhere, melting. there's a part of my brain and it's it's drifting back to you you're walking on those steaming lights palm on palm and eyes on eyes on faces creased and turned with curiousity and the beginnings of devotion there was a past, storied; perhaps too complicated and it's faded; I have managed to turn my head painfully removed, toward blue jackets being pulled on blue and maroon blue and maroon you're different, and she's absolutely different I do not know how I missed the mark (but oh I hope that she does worse) blue and maroon when patched together minds of mine **** backwards and-- I can't feel you anymore, I can only think so maybe this is better blue and maroon he's getting better; he's not perfect in the same way but you weren't either in a big way his faults don't rattle my teeth in my head and blister my fingertips completely out of bitterness my eyes don't bleed of acid when he strikes an ill-planned chord you're gone and I am staring at this train eyelids drifting thinking of blue and maroon
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 6:30 AM UTC
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one o'clock in the morning switch switch clack clack there's a train and it's streaming swirls of steamy illumination clack clack eyelids drifting; icebergs, somewhere, melting. there's a part of my brain and it's it's drifting back to you you're walking on those steaming lights palm on palm and eyes on eyes on faces creased and turned with curiousity and the beginnings of devotion there was a past, storied; perhaps too complicated and it's faded; I have managed to turn my head painfully removed, toward blue jackets being pulled on blue and maroon blue and maroon you're different, and she's absolutely different I do not know how I missed the mark (but oh I hope that she does worse) blue and maroon when patched together minds of mine **** backwards and-- I can't feel you anymore, I can only think so maybe this is better blue and maroon he's getting better; he's not perfect in the same way but you weren't either in a big way his faults don't rattle my teeth in my head and blister my fingertips completely out of bitterness my eyes don't bleed of acid when he strikes an ill-planned chord you're gone and I am staring at this train eyelids drifting thinking of blue and maroon
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 6:30 AM UTC
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